The Apartments. A real life RP OPEN (used with permition)
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"The dude is totally in the mafia. Shit, though, I really need that Tv." Clay grabbed his keys off the coat hanger and got on the elevator. He got off on the main floor and got into his car.
John finally arrived at his destination and quickly found his family.
"Hey, do you have the gun he tried to shoot himself with?" John said, hoping it was the 50 cal. that is unaccounted for.
"Yeah, here it is. I thought these things were illegal." johns brother said as he pulls out a case with a 50 cal. in it.
"Well, yes they are." He said, relieved that his gun was found.
"Why do you want it so bad?"
"Well, I need to track down who owned it and how dad got it." John said hoping his brother would by into that story. "Well I need to head home, I have to get back to my job. Sorry, wish I could stay longer"
OK, see you later man."
John stuffed his gun in the trunk of his car, it barely fit. He then opened the door for his dad to get in and got in the car himself. He started the engine and sped off.
"Hey, do you have the gun he tried to shoot himself with?" John said, hoping it was the 50 cal. that is unaccounted for.
"Yeah, here it is. I thought these things were illegal." johns brother said as he pulls out a case with a 50 cal. in it.
"Well, yes they are." He said, relieved that his gun was found.
"Why do you want it so bad?"
"Well, I need to track down who owned it and how dad got it." John said hoping his brother would by into that story. "Well I need to head home, I have to get back to my job. Sorry, wish I could stay longer"
OK, see you later man."
John stuffed his gun in the trunk of his car, it barely fit. He then opened the door for his dad to get in and got in the car himself. He started the engine and sped off.
Clay drove back from the store with a Uhaul following behind him. Two men got out of it and helped him carry a rather large Tv into room 15, and into room 16, a slightly smaller Tv, a pull-out sofa, two ottomans, a coffee table, a love seat, two lamps, a bookshelf, a television cabinet, a wax plant, a wicker basket, and various smaller items out of the truck. They also carried Clay's old Tv outside where upon Clay proceeded to beat it up with a hammer.
"Thanks guys, I think that's it," he said to the burly men. They got back into their Uhaul and drove away.
"Thanks guys, I think that's it," he said to the burly men. They got back into their Uhaul and drove away.
John drove up to the apartment building and saw Clay outside smashing up his T.V. "I take it you bought a new T.V. Is my stuff in the apartment?" He asked Clay as he got close enough to whisper. "Are my guns in the safe?" John whispered, so his dad didn't here. John backed off waiting for Clay to shake his head.
"Are you going to introduce me?" John's father, Don, said in an irritated voice.
"Oh, yes. Clay, meet Don. Dad, meet Clay. There let's go in and get you situated." John said anxiously. "Oh, and you can come eat dinner with us, if you would like."
John takes out his cash and starts counting. "It must have cost...How much?"
"Are you going to introduce me?" John's father, Don, said in an irritated voice.
"Oh, yes. Clay, meet Don. Dad, meet Clay. There let's go in and get you situated." John said anxiously. "Oh, and you can come eat dinner with us, if you would like."
John takes out his cash and starts counting. "It must have cost...How much?"
Clay whispered the price in his ear. "Dude, you really need to tell me what's going on. Shit, man! An Uzi! A 50 cal! There's something going on and now you brought me into it."
Clint noticed Steve coming up to them. "Uh, yeah man. Things are really hittin' the fan for me. I saw your having some kind of party?"
"Hope so. You have no idea what I'm going through. Anyway, lets go. I'm kinda tired of this place."
"Uh, not this way. I took a sick day today and I don't want my boss to see me walking past the building with McDonalds."
"I take people's blood," Don't say nurse, don't say nurse, don't say nurse, "I guess kinda like a nurse." Dammit! Bad mouth!
"Well not really a nurse. I hate being called that, I don't know why I said it. I more just prick people with a needle and draw their blood when a doctor orders it. I am not a freaking nurse!"
"Why thank you, good sir," Clay joked. "Ah the class! Nothing says one star like a McDonald's."